Chapter 712 - I will follow the will of Gwangmyeong Jincheon
Woongcheonju.
Senra Castle.
The heavenly role of Tongrong Channok, the blood master servant.
Orobos, a demon, believed that there was nothing like a human being as a sacrifice to defile the Heavenly Gate.
When the brok (dwarf) tribe thought of simply being physically dirty, Orobos thought of what dishonoured the Creator the most.
From his point of view, it was using people as sacrifices.
This is because humans were chosen by the creator god to be the administrators of the astronomy.
He believed that humans, like the astronomers, were selected.
That makes sense.
As a result, astronomy, human beings, and the Savior, these three were chosen by the Creator God.
The proof is that the Heavenly Gate was built at the gate of the Savior.
Therefore, nothing could be filthier than to sprinkle the blood of a chosen human being on the Creator God.
But that was Orobos' misunderstanding.
As a demon, he did not know the history of human sacrifice that took place in Kuju.
Even if I had known, I wouldn't have been able to sharpen it.
the next morning.
At the direction of Orobos, the monsters caught the people hiding in the jungle of Ungcheonju.
Deberg, the leader of the Broques, lightly frowned upon seeing the one man and one woman.
To him, a sub-species, humans were the same as the Brokes.
However, he could not reject humans even when he sacrificed even monsters.
If that happened, it was clear that the demons would feed the Brokes as food for the monsters.
The human man glanced at the sledgehammers the dwarves were holding.
He couldn't understand why the dwarfs were hanging out with the demons.
This is because, to the Savior's people, the dwarves are erratic and fun people.
As the Brokks hesitated, Deberg approached the man.
And before the man could say anything, he struck the man in the temple with the hammer.
Quick-!
The man collapsed with the sound of bones breaking.
“Kyaaak!”
The woman who had been watching her breathlessly clutched her head and let out a thumping scream.
One of the Brokes standing behind the woman frowned at the noise and swung a hammer.
Pak-!
The woman also fell down next to the man.
Dberg nodded to the other Brokks.
Brokes, standing with sad faces, dragged the man and woman behind the fontanelle.
After a while, they filled a huge jar full of human blood.
Seeing the human blood, Deberg let out a long sigh.
'ha! I'm sorry.'
He felt a little guilty, but quickly brushed it off.
Undoing the consecration of the Heavenly Gate was more urgent than feeling guilty about the murder.
If he couldn't solve the consecration, he himself would be forced to become a human prisoner.
Deberg hoped to anger the Creator with human blood.
With such expectations and hopes, he scooped blood with a gourd and sprinkled it on the heavenly gate.
Cheak-! Chow!
As soon as the fontanelle was stained with blood, Deberg intuited failure.
This time the strange black cloud didn't come.
Was it just a coincidence that what happened when the maggots were sprinkled with blood?
Or is it because human blood is less dirty than the blood of maggots?
I don't know which one, but the sky above the heavenly gate was clear.
To the extent that the gruesome deaths of human men and women seemed fleeting.
One of the Brokes who was glancing at the sky came with a gourd and sprinkled it together.
The lower part of the fontanelle was drenched in blood, but the result was the same.
The eyes of Orobos and the demons who were watching from afar sank coldly.
Baffled Broke clung to the fontanelle.
The unripe Brokes scooped blood with their bare hands and smeared it on the fontanelle.
Thirty or so Brokks were stained with human blood.
Eventually, the Brokes sang ‘Omua’ by hitting the blood-soaked fontanelle with a hammer.
‘Omua’ is a song that the Brokes used to smelt iron.
When you sing ‘Omua’, you fall into ecstasy and forget the pain of labor.
Perhaps they wanted to relieve the mental pain of human sacrifice.
Is it because of the aftermath of killing a human?
Originally, ‘Omua’ of the Brokes is only passionate and far from destruction.
However, the gradually excited Brokes sprinkled human blood on their bodies or cut themselves with the iron nails they carried.
Eventually, one of the Brokes who was harming themselves to the bizarre melody of ‘Omua’ stabbed me in the neck.
Red blood gushed out like a fountain.
However, the Brokks who fell into ecstasy did not know that their kind was dying beside them.
Broke, who stabbed me in the neck, fell over and did not move.
On the left and right sides of his corpse, Brokes slashed my chest with a long iron nail.
Orobos, the eldest son of the demon king, the son of the devil, shook his head excitedly.
'crazy… … .’
It was shocking to see the normally docile dwarves going crazy.
I don't know why the dwarfs do what crazy demons would do.
'Could it be the curse of the creator god?'
All I could think of was that the dwarfs were going crazy with the curse.
If not, why would I stab myself in the neck with an iron nail?
Suddenly, Orobos' gaze turned to one side.
Deberg, the leader of the Broks, caught my eye.
Dberg, who pretended to be smart, was no different from other dwarves.
He too was howling in a strange voice and scratching his chest with an iron nail.
His skin cracked and splattered with blood, but his movements became increasingly violent.
“I guess that’s all going to end.”
Orobos, who was muttering, gave a chin gesture to the demon next to him.
Then, the demon tribe took out a pitch-black horn from its waist and blew it vigorously.
Woo woo woo-.
The sound of the horn engulfed the songs of the Brokes in an instant.
The Brokks, who were in ecstasy and self-harming, stopped moving one by one.
The Brokes’ song ‘Omua’ faded and soon became quiet.
Dberg, who came to his senses, looked at his fellow countrymen in disarray with a bewildered face.
Broke's placentas were seriously injured, and several were already dead.
As usual, I just sang ‘Omua’ diligently with my fellow countrymen, but this is the result!
Orobos approached Dberg, who was standing there with a bewildered face.
“I saw the crazy thing. So, has the curse been lifted?”
De Berg did not immediately respond as he had not yet grasped the situation.
Then, Orobos urged in a low-spirited voice.
“I asked if the consecration was finished.”
“Ah, yet, let’s check.”
Deberg had hopes for something.
Wouldn't it have been a good result since the Brokes had put so much effort into it?
He rolled up his hammer and approached his blood-soaked fontanelle.
Quaang-!
Dberg's face was distorted by the counter-resilience and light sound of the hammer.
The consecration of the Heavenly Gate remained the same.
Orobos looked at the unblemished Astronomical Gate and asked as if confirming it.
“Consecration?”
“… … It didn't work out.”
“I gave the lives of monsters, humans, and even your dwarfs, but it didn't work out? Are you saying that you can't solve it?"
“Yeah, it seems so.”
Then, Orobos nodded his head with a grave face.
“After all, you are saying that the Heavenly Gate cannot be moved. Is that right?”
“Yes, it’s not because our skills are lacking… … . As you can see, it is because of the consecration of the Creator God. The Gate of Heaven cannot be moved by anyone in the world.”
"Got it. It's too bad you can't move it.”
De Berg raised his head slyly with a feeling of ominous feeling.
Ourobos stared into Dberg's eyes and continued.
“You should bury your bones here.”
Before long, Orobos's hand went up on his shoulder.
Then, about a hundred Abhals (demons) who had been guarding the heavenly labor came forward.
The Abhals, who had human bodies and lizard heads, licked their lips.
As Orobos lowered his hand, the Abhals rushed at the dwarves like a pack of dogs.
"Ahh!"
“Save me!”
"evil!"
The screams of the Brokes burst out as if they were about to explode, but they soon subsided.
Between the squatting Abhals, the sound of chewing and chewing meat was loud.
Orobos walked past the gluttonous Abhals and approached the Astronomical Gate.
The heavenly gates, which were coated with the blood of monsters, humans, and even dwarves, were bizarre.
It is difficult to find a bust like this in Macheon.
It was even absurd that the consecration had not been completed despite such an ugly appearance.
Orobos picked up the iron hammer that the dwarfs had spilled.
Then he hit the rocks around the fontanelle.
bang!
The rock split in two with an explosion.
The Abhals who were eating the dwarfs glanced back, wondering what was going on.
Successively, Orobos approached the heavenly gate with a hammer and swung it vigorously.
Quaang-!
Although it is the same rock, there are no scratches left on the heavenly gate.
"her! It looks like I'm going back empty-handed... … .”
He was gloomy at the thought of explaining to Ma, the King of Heaven, that he had to give up heavenly gates.
***
Hansanju.
Samchaeseong Okcheon Port.
Triangular audience.
The Grand Master Yeon Jeok-ha and the representatives of the three schools gathered at Samhwan-gak, the lodging in Gwangmyeong-Jincheon.
The masters of religious sects gathered in Gaekcheong intuitively knew that they had been called to the question of astronomy.
Everyone glanced at Grand Master Yeonjeokha.
Yeonjeokha, who was waiting for Gwangmyeongjincheon to come out, waved to the Gokbunjo union.
The Gok sub-team union hurriedly approached him and bowed his head.
"yes. Grand Master.”
“Are all the Thousand Ligu’s here?”
"yes."
For a moment, Yeon Jeok-ha frowned.
He did not report such important information to himself as a great master and said ‘yes’.
He wanted to step on it, but he held it in.
It is because it is obvious that the Gokbunjo union did so under the direction of Gwangmyeong Jincheon.
“So what?”
When the Gokbunjo union was about to answer, Gwangmyeong-jincheon came out to the audience.
Representatives of the three clans all stood up from their seats and bowed to Gwangmyeong Jincheon.
Naturally, the gokbunjo union's answer was postponed.
Gwangmyeong Jincheon, who was sitting in the seat of honor, gazed at the Gokbunjo union.
“What were you talking about?”
“I was just about to answer a question from Master Daejongsa about the results of the Cheonrigu.”
Gwangmyeong Jincheon waved his hand as if to continue.
Then, the Gok sub-work union continued his words with a calm face.
“Until yesterday, I received replies from six religious sects. The Beopyojong, Gwangyeomjong, Bloodjujong, Mugeukjong, Cheontaejong, and Soyojong said, ‘I will follow the will of Gwangmyeongjincheon.’”
To some extent expected It was an answer, but the atmosphere in the audience sank heavily.
Representatives of the Taesang, Cheonji, and Chunroe sects did not even breathe.
It is said that the Beopyojong and Gwangyeomjong, who established the Gak with Daejongsa, can do that, but it was presumptuous for the four clans under Daejongsa to say that they would ‘follow the will of Gwangmyeongjincheonnim’.
Venerable Jinpyo of Taesangjong glanced at Yeonjeokha's complexion.
He himself was in a position to follow Gwangmyeong Jincheon's suggestion, but it was only through Daejongsa.
He said, 'I'm not going to follow the will of Gwangmyeong Jincheon-nim... … .’
It was wrong to go over favourably because he openly ignored the proud grand master.
Since only the unions remain, they may lose their balance and go back and forth.
However, I have no idea what the venerable men of the Mugeuk, Cheontae, and Soyo schools were thinking when they gave such an answer.
Venerable Jinpyo glanced at the Venerable Gwangseong of the Chun Lei sect.
The complexion of the Venerable Gwangseong was no better than that of his party, the Grand Master.
Gwangmyeong Jincheon, who had nodded his head, asked with a casual face.
“I heard the answers of the six sects well. What do the three servants here think?”
The atmosphere in the guest room became bitter at the open disregard for Grand Master Yeon Jeok-ha.
Chapter 712 - I will follow the will of Gwangmyeong Jincheon
Woongcheonju.
Senra Castle.
The heavenly role of Tongrong Channok, the blood master servant.
Orobos, a demon, believed that there was nothing like a human being as a sacrifice to defile the Heavenly Gate.
When the brok (dwarf) tribe thought of simply being physically dirty, Orobos thought of what dishonoured the Creator the most.
From his point of view, it was using people as sacrifices.
This is because humans were chosen by the creator god to be the administrators of the astronomy.
He believed that humans, like the astronomers, were selected.
That makes sense.
As a result, astronomy, human beings, and the Savior, these three were chosen by the Creator God.
The proof is that the Heavenly Gate was built at the gate of the Savior.
Therefore, nothing could be filthier than to sprinkle the blood of a chosen human being on the Creator God.
But that was Orobos' misunderstanding.
As a demon, he did not know the history of human sacrifice that took place in Kuju.
Even if I had known, I wouldn't have been able to sharpen it.
the next morning.
At the direction of Orobos, the monsters caught the people hiding in the jungle of Ungcheonju.
Deberg, the leader of the Broques, lightly frowned upon seeing the one man and one woman.
To him, a sub-species, humans were the same as the Brokes.
However, he could not reject humans even when he sacrificed even monsters.
If that happened, it was clear that the demons would feed the Brokes as food for the monsters.
The human man glanced at the sledgehammers the dwarves were holding.
He couldn't understand why the dwarfs were hanging out with the demons.
This is because, to the Savior's people, the dwarves are erratic and fun people.
As the Brokks hesitated, Deberg approached the man.
And before the man could say anything, he struck the man in the temple with the hammer.
Quick-!
The man collapsed with the sound of bones breaking.
“Kyaaak!”
The woman who had been watching her breathlessly clutched her head and let out a thumping scream.
One of the Brokes standing behind the woman frowned at the noise and swung a hammer.
Pak-!
The woman also fell down next to the man.
Dberg nodded to the other Brokks.
Brokes, standing with sad faces, dragged the man and woman behind the fontanelle.
After a while, they filled a huge jar full of human blood.
Seeing the human blood, Deberg let out a long sigh.
'ha! I'm sorry.'
He felt a little guilty, but quickly brushed it off.
Undoing the consecration of the Heavenly Gate was more urgent than feeling guilty about the murder.
If he couldn't solve the consecration, he himself would be forced to become a human prisoner.
Deberg hoped to anger the Creator with human blood.
With such expectations and hopes, he scooped blood with a gourd and sprinkled it on the heavenly gate.
Cheak-! Chow!
As soon as the fontanelle was stained with blood, Deberg intuited failure.
This time the strange black cloud didn't come.
Was it just a coincidence that what happened when the maggots were sprinkled with blood?
Or is it because human blood is less dirty than the blood of maggots?
I don't know which one, but the sky above the heavenly gate was clear.
To the extent that the gruesome deaths of human men and women seemed fleeting.
One of the Brokes who was glancing at the sky came with a gourd and sprinkled it together.
The lower part of the fontanelle was drenched in blood, but the result was the same.
The eyes of Orobos and the demons who were watching from afar sank coldly.
Baffled Broke clung to the fontanelle.
The unripe Brokes scooped blood with their bare hands and smeared it on the fontanelle.
Thirty or so Brokks were stained with human blood.
Eventually, the Brokes sang ‘Omua’ by hitting the blood-soaked fontanelle with a hammer.
‘Omua’ is a song that the Brokes used to smelt iron.
When you sing ‘Omua’, you fall into ecstasy and forget the pain of labor.
Perhaps they wanted to relieve the mental pain of human sacrifice.
Is it because of the aftermath of killing a human?
Originally, ‘Omua’ of the Brokes is only passionate and far from destruction.
However, the gradually excited Brokes sprinkled human blood on their bodies or cut themselves with the iron nails they carried.
Eventually, one of the Brokes who was harming themselves to the bizarre melody of ‘Omua’ stabbed me in the neck.
Red blood gushed out like a fountain.
However, the Brokks who fell into ecstasy did not know that their kind was dying beside them.
Broke, who stabbed me in the neck, fell over and did not move.
On the left and right sides of his corpse, Brokes slashed my chest with a long iron nail.
Orobos, the eldest son of the demon king, the son of the devil, shook his head excitedly.
'crazy… … .’
It was shocking to see the normally docile dwarves going crazy.
I don't know why the dwarfs do what crazy demons would do.
'Could it be the curse of the creator god?'
All I could think of was that the dwarfs were going crazy with the curse.
If not, why would I stab myself in the neck with an iron nail?
Suddenly, Orobos' gaze turned to one side.
Deberg, the leader of the Broks, caught my eye.
Dberg, who pretended to be smart, was no different from other dwarves.
He too was howling in a strange voice and scratching his chest with an iron nail.
His skin cracked and splattered with blood, but his movements became increasingly violent.
“I guess that’s all going to end.”
Orobos, who was muttering, gave a chin gesture to the demon next to him.
Then, the demon tribe took out a pitch-black horn from its waist and blew it vigorously.
Woo woo woo-.
The sound of the horn engulfed the songs of the Brokes in an instant.
The Brokks, who were in ecstasy and self-harming, stopped moving one by one.
The Brokes’ song ‘Omua’ faded and soon became quiet.
Dberg, who came to his senses, looked at his fellow countrymen in disarray with a bewildered face.
Broke's placentas were seriously injured, and several were already dead.
As usual, I just sang ‘Omua’ diligently with my fellow countrymen, but this is the result!
Orobos approached Dberg, who was standing there with a bewildered face.
“I saw the crazy thing. So, has the curse been lifted?”
De Berg did not immediately respond as he had not yet grasped the situation.
Then, Orobos urged in a low-spirited voice.
“I asked if the consecration was finished.”
“Ah, yet, let’s check.”
Deberg had hopes for something.
Wouldn't it have been a good result since the Brokes had put so much effort into it?
He rolled up his hammer and approached his blood-soaked fontanelle.
Quaang-!
Dberg's face was distorted by the counter-resilience and light sound of the hammer.
The consecration of the Heavenly Gate remained the same.
Orobos looked at the unblemished Astronomical Gate and asked as if confirming it.
“Consecration?”
“… … It didn't work out.”
“I gave the lives of monsters, humans, and even your dwarfs, but it didn't work out? Are you saying that you can't solve it?"
“Yeah, it seems so.”
Then, Orobos nodded his head with a grave face.
“After all, you are saying that the Heavenly Gate cannot be moved. Is that right?”
“Yes, it’s not because our skills are lacking… … . As you can see, it is because of the consecration of the Creator God. The Gate of Heaven cannot be moved by anyone in the world.”
"Got it. It's too bad you can't move it.”
De Berg raised his head slyly with a feeling of ominous feeling.
Ourobos stared into Dberg's eyes and continued.
“You should bury your bones here.”
Before long, Orobos's hand went up on his shoulder.
Then, about a hundred Abhals (demons) who had been guarding the heavenly labor came forward.
The Abhals, who had human bodies and lizard heads, licked their lips.
As Orobos lowered his hand, the Abhals rushed at the dwarves like a pack of dogs.
"Ahh!"
“Save me!”
"evil!"
The screams of the Brokes burst out as if they were about to explode, but they soon subsided.
Between the squatting Abhals, the sound of chewing and chewing meat was loud.
Orobos walked past the gluttonous Abhals and approached the Astronomical Gate.
The heavenly gates, which were coated with the blood of monsters, humans, and even dwarves, were bizarre.
It is difficult to find a bust like this in Macheon.
It was even absurd that the consecration had not been completed despite such an ugly appearance.
Orobos picked up the iron hammer that the dwarfs had spilled.
Then he hit the rocks around the fontanelle.
bang!
The rock split in two with an explosion.
The Abhals who were eating the dwarfs glanced back, wondering what was going on.
Successively, Orobos approached the heavenly gate with a hammer and swung it vigorously.
Quaang-!
Although it is the same rock, there are no scratches left on the heavenly gate.
"her! It looks like I'm going back empty-handed... … .”
He was gloomy at the thought of explaining to Ma, the King of Heaven, that he had to give up heavenly gates.
***
Hansanju.
Samchaeseong Okcheon Port.
Triangular audience.
The Grand Master Yeon Jeok-ha and the representatives of the three schools gathered at Samhwan-gak, the lodging in Gwangmyeong-Jincheon.
The masters of religious sects gathered in Gaekcheong intuitively knew that they had been called to the question of astronomy.
Everyone glanced at Grand Master Yeonjeokha.
Yeonjeokha, who was waiting for Gwangmyeongjincheon to come out, waved to the Gokbunjo union.
The Gok sub-team union hurriedly approached him and bowed his head.
"yes. Grand Master.”
“Are all the Thousand Ligu’s here?”
"yes."
For a moment, Yeon Jeok-ha frowned.
He did not report such important information to himself as a great master and said ‘yes’.
He wanted to step on it, but he held it in.
It is because it is obvious that the Gokbunjo union did so under the direction of Gwangmyeong Jincheon.
“So what?”
When the Gokbunjo union was about to answer, Gwangmyeong-jincheon came out to the audience.
Representatives of the three clans all stood up from their seats and bowed to Gwangmyeong Jincheon.
Naturally, the gokbunjo union's answer was postponed.
Gwangmyeong Jincheon, who was sitting in the seat of honor, gazed at the Gokbunjo union.
“What were you talking about?”
“I was just about to answer a question from Master Daejongsa about the results of the Cheonrigu.”
Gwangmyeong Jincheon waved his hand as if to continue.
Then, the Gok sub-work union continued his words with a calm face.
“Until yesterday, I received replies from six religious sects. The Beopyojong, Gwangyeomjong, Bloodjujong, Mugeukjong, Cheontaejong, and Soyojong said, ‘I will follow the will of Gwangmyeongjincheon.’”
To some extent expected It was an answer, but the atmosphere in the audience sank heavily.
Representatives of the Taesang, Cheonji, and Chunroe sects did not even breathe.
It is said that the Beopyojong and Gwangyeomjong, who established the Gak with Daejongsa, can do that, but it was presumptuous for the four clans under Daejongsa to say that they would ‘follow the will of Gwangmyeongjincheonnim’.
Venerable Jinpyo of Taesangjong glanced at Yeonjeokha's complexion.
He himself was in a position to follow Gwangmyeong Jincheon's suggestion, but it was only through Daejongsa.
He said, 'I'm not going to follow the will of Gwangmyeong Jincheon-nim... … .’
It was wrong to go over favourably because he openly ignored the proud grand master.
Since only the unions remain, they may lose their balance and go back and forth.
However, I have no idea what the venerable men of the Mugeuk, Cheontae, and Soyo schools were thinking when they gave such an answer.
Venerable Jinpyo glanced at the Venerable Gwangseong of the Chun Lei sect.
The complexion of the Venerable Gwangseong was no better than that of his party, the Grand Master.
Gwangmyeong Jincheon, who had nodded his head, asked with a casual face.
“I heard the answers of the six sects well. What do the three servants here think?”
The atmosphere in the guest room became bitter at the open disregard for Grand Master Yeon Jeok-ha.
